Marge experienced pleasure she had never known. Her hips bucked so hard that Jack had to grab her to keep her from bouncing off the chair.Marge didn't...understand the new feelings. She leaned forward, bending her body in half and leaning over Jack's back. This changed the equilibrium and they toppled over. While holding her buttocks tightly, with his mouth pressed against her pussy and her chest against his back, the two tumbled to the floor. Jack kept licking, causing the preacher's wife to. Both sets.I walked to her room and saw her sitting on the bed. Her stocking encased legs were crossed. A high heel was suspended from her dangling foot. She was rocking it in that fashion that leads some to believe it's a subtle form of masturbation. The stockings reached about mid thigh. There is something incredibly arousing about a woman in stockings and heels. "Do I look sexy?" she asked as she ran her hands over her breasts."Mom, you have no idea." Oh, I think I do," she said as she looked. Their kind." Sandra, I think you should just shut up and take your children home," I heard Weena say. "I can't tell you what I think with them here. And I think you should try life without your head in one of your orifices." What's 'orry fishes'?" asked Andy as I walked in the door."Glad you're back, Gordy," David said. "We were just getting ready to go." Yes," said Dad. "The girls were just saying adoo."Five minutes later they were gone. "You did tell me she was a bitch," Weena remarked. Mum. A little bit of drinking was going on, we had munchies and of course, music. One of the guys came dressed as a flasher in a rain coat and sporting a three foot cock that he made out of a nylon stocking, so we had fun with him flashing. As alcohol took over some of us, things got a little wilder. There was a lot of making out among the couples, that was kind of expected. What wasn't expected was the flasher, started flashing for real, his girlfriend kept teasing him until he removed his fake.